Smolan, the eternal enemy of Avaranga, the kingdom of heaven on earth, the supremacy of theocracy, because the national interests remain stable for the time being, even if it is half an ally, now the international situation is becoming more and more tense, but it still can't be fought in a few decades, it takes time to rise, and the checks and balances are not easy to break, even if both sides want to give the other side a chill, the national enemy and family hatred are there, and the founding veterans are not endless, so far everyone can only smile and hide the knife behind their backs and sit down to rub mahjong.

The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, not to mention that the opposite side is just now backward and looking at the rise, opening up cross-border trade, purchasing technical books on a large scale, changing doctrines, and there is no such thing as the Great Qing Dynasty closing the country and resting on its laurels, and there is a great tendency to give the country another 500 years.

And that's where Albert and his own guests are going, and that's one of the reasons why homework has been on the agenda in recent days.

After all, he hadn't seen him for many years, and he didn't know what the old acquaintance was like, and the information he had learned back then was too little, and it was probably outdated.

Even if you don't know anything, as long as you think of it and are prepared, then you don't have to be afraid.

"But isn't that too much of an exaggeration?"

Everything has its own natural frequency, and the power to create the corresponding frequency to resonate and cause destruction, this is the [Resonator], Cecilia controlled the black square in her hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched at the broken stone on the stone platform.

In just a few minutes, the tool Albert handed her gave her a deeper understanding of destruction.

"Anyway, it always feels like we're terrorists. ”

"Is there one?" he asked, adjusting the reagents in his hands, his hands as stable as iron frames, without the slightest trembling, manipulating simple instruments, mixing accurately, and when finished, he dipped a drop of wooden thorns and threw it at the small pile of rubble, "I don't think so." ”

Peng.

A wisp of green smoke drifted away, and the rubble was blown to pieces, but the witch's left hand swiped across the table, and the rubble gathered into a square stone.

He then placed the reagent bottle in a small box filled with cotton, kept it safe, and stuffed it back into the space.

"This time it's not just a tour, it's dangerous, no matter what, the Holy See has an enmity with us wizards, and I may also meet some old friends, they are all Holy See Holy Knights now, according to the doctrine we are thieves who steal the grace of God, in case those few really read the Bible and read stupidly, they want to cut us with knives, how can we do it without any self-defense, according to the worst situation, it is good to turn around, be prepared. ”

Things don't have to be used to be valuable, all he needs is to be able to deal with unexpected situations, just as a smart chess player will be ready to play in the chess game, not necessarily useful now, the key is to be able to work when needed, no one can guarantee that all situations are under control.

Just like the ancient wizard who was stronger in magic, the more he carried swords, guns, swords, and halberds, how do you know that you won't be close to the warriors?

Besides, the development of the [Energy Circulation System] portable energy core is really a liar.

"You seem to have been busy lately. ”

Thinking of how he had looked in the last few days, she couldn't help but be a little curious.

"What do you call like? He slowly danced the high-burning steel greatsword of his neighborhood, lifting the weight lightly, leaving a silver-gray trace in the air and gradually dissipating, but the heat was always limited to the movement of the big sword within ten centimeters of the body, not exceeding a minute, "It's just very busy." ”

Busy studying the relevant classics of the Holy See, eliminating the useless garbage part, sorting out the information, integrating and analyzing, it is actually a matter of checking the information, there are a lot of books that can be used in the carry-on space, and there are also a lot of books to see in the ship's library, but they are all delayed due to the limitations of the times, in short, they record that even the most recent information may be outdated, but there are still inevitable rules, such as he now knows that there are many festivals and festivals held regularly, and several commonly used standard etiquette.

Walking on the territory of other countries, you always have to follow the customs of the locals.

Even if it will never be possible to understand it thoroughly, at least he is much more confident now, as long as he doesn't shout at the correctness of materialism in the church, change into appropriate clothes, and basically confirm that everything is OK.

"Don't forget that wild animals over there can hurt people. He reminded again, "If you can't do it, you can fight half to death." ”

"Got it, got it. ”

Cecilia nodded, lay down on her back, sat up again, and put her hands in his armpits, as if she were a hand warmer.

The experiment of magic equipment was temporarily over, and these devices were stuffed back into space, he rubbed his temples, a little speechless at the hand he was holding, and silently began to write notes, but he felt that she began to touch his head and play with his hair.

The man still didn't pay attention.

He had planned in sufficient detail about the first planned arrival in a foreign country, but it was always insufficient, and the wizard felt like an old mother in this regard, tirelessly doing paper deductions, but there was a strange sound from behind her, it turned out that she was kneeling and sitting up, and the gentle movement of touching her head always felt like she was touching a pet???

It's the other way around, hey.

I'm like, being licked?

Albert sensed a little wetness on the top of his head, and his senses quickly told him what was going on, and it seemed that Cecilia's animal instincts were at work again.

I kind of think of the old cat I raised in my previous life, that little thing likes to play with his hair, from childhood to adulthood, until he fell asleep at the age of fifteen and didn't get up, and he didn't move for two days, only to know that it was the end of his life, and found a vacant place for cremation.

If memory serves, there are several cats in the small village of Småland, among which there is an orange cat that often comes to the house to play in the autumn breeze.

Dusty memories are cleared by divergent thinking.

It's something buried deep in the useless memory zone.

In a poor and backward quiet village, everyone works at sunrise and rests at sunset, living a hard life of one day and one day for generations and living peacefully, not as rich as the film and television dramas in the previous life, eating mostly porridge, saving rice grain, and black bread and wild vegetables mixed with sawdust that are so hard that they can kill people, and from time to time they use fish and hares to improve their diet, and every few days, they have to drill the forest to cut firewood, and many things can only be done on their own.

is like this, tired to death for life, but occasionally have a fight to vent the vitality of the young body, and there are occasional accidents.

A cat, wandering into the village.

Maybe it's because a toddler of a few years old has the smell of food, maybe it's because the "child" is soft-hearted and first gives it food, or maybe it's really fate, it often sleeps on the wall in front of Albert's house.

It has a very moist life, but it prefers a shelter to the wind and rain, and knows that he is only a poisonous mouth, and will not drive it away, so on rainy days he often hides in his house, dirty and clean the ground, full of water stains, and the vice of grinding claws, and in winter it will occupy the warm kang, at all, it will not mess around, and know a few human words, so that it can react.

That kind of relationship is by no means the owner and the cat owner, they live together, just live together.

He often left home for days and did not return, so that the boy often forgot that he had such an animal companion, and occasionally heard a knock on the door, and a strange sound at the door, and remembered, oh, it was the evil animal that grabbed things and bit people.

In the normal story, the Western Fantasy World, the mountain village, the boy, the animal, the four key words are combined, then this animal must be weird, most of them are Warcraft, but in fact this is not the case.

If anything's weird, it's that it's too big.

Albert had never seen such a big cat in his two lives, standing up and being able to catch a person's waist, bigger than a dog, the fault was not the appearance of the cat, and the elegance of the demeanor, he suspected that it was a lynx, at that time no one had ever seen this breed, and was amazed, but it was only amazed, and the cat hair was worthless, and no one wanted it, so he didn't care.

The old cat in his previous life, the king-size cohabiting cat, and the current cat lady, he is probably a cat sucker.

"Wife. "Huh?" "It's okay, I just want to hear you reply." ”

He chuckled quietly and added a small icon to the bottom right corner of the page.

For so many years, most of the king-size cats have run away.

Because from the perspective of the animal's worldview, if it has not returned from home for a few days, it is most likely to be outside, and it is not stupid, it knows the stakes, but it does not know what breed.